Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that will be mentioned in this story. If I did I wouldn't be here, i'd be writing scripts. This I my first story on here so I hope you guys like it, please rate and review! This is only the first chapter and I do plan on updating the chapters on a regular basis. I have my friend to thank for this chapter because she was the one who helped me write it. She also came up with the title. Constructive criticism welcome.
Sherlock sat in his chair and had his hands steepled under his chin in an almost prayer position, obviously deep in thought, most likely his 'Mind Palace'. He could hear John moving around in the close to silent flat and opened an eye to glance at him, ''What are you thinking about?" He asked in his deep voice, the sounds rattling in the room.
John turned, almost startled by the sudden voice that had erupted in the flat only seconds before, "Have you seen my keys? And what are you thinking about, not that murder again?"
"Why do you need your keys? The flat is perfectly safe being unlocked. I always leave it that way." Sherlock replied, not bothering to look at him as he continued, "What case? Oh, the Smith Case? No, no, that was easy to work out. I thought even you would have understood that one, even given your limited brain capacity. The son of the victim did it. Simple." Then he paused, "Now, don't get sidetracked, Where are you going? Or plan on going? Surely not that Andrea again."
John looked slightly insulted by the detectives harsh words, though surely he was used to it by now, "Actually, no, I've met someone new."
No, he was making this worse. Definitely worse. He decided to change the subject, "So, keys, have you seen them?"
Sherlock stood up this time and turned to look at him, "One of these days you'll figure out you don't need a 'girlfriend'" He spat the last word. "Behind the microwave." He pointed in the direction he was speaking of. At this point Sherlock grabbed his own coat and put it on, "And I'm coming with you." The detective smiled, almost trying to play innocent.
"Hold on...What? You can't! That's not normal!" And then he added silently in his head, 'But then again what would you know of normal?' He gave an eye roll and looked at him, clearly annoyed, but knew it for sure wasn't worth arguing with Sherlock Holmes.
"Normal's boring. Now come on, lets go on this date John," Sherlock smiled mischievously and walked through the doors and down the stairs to the outside, hailing a taxi and getting in, waiting for John to join him.
John sighed to himself as he followed his 'friend' out to the cab, 'I am going to regret this'.
"Hurry up, John. Now I want to make a stop off first." Sherlock then turned to the cab driver. "St Barts." He ordered the man as they began their journey to the hospital.
"Wait, where are we going?"
"Barts. Why?"
"Sherlock! I'm going to be late for my date."
"Fashionably, I'm sure. We won't take long, I just need to pick someone up." He nodded as the cab approached the hospital and got out. "Now you can wait here patiently or come with me. I shouldn't think i'll be too long." He began to walk away before shouting back to John even though he was not facing him, "And if you follow me don't forget to pay the driver. Apparently they don't do it for free. Mycroft said I have to give them money from now on. Don't see why though, they're all hopeless at their job, if you can call it that." He then entered the hospital and turned a corner and through a door.
After angrily throwing some bills at the insulted cab driver, John marched after the detective, "Sherlock!" He yelled as he caught up with him, "What are we doing here?"
"We are heading towards the morgue." And at that moment they entered the room, where they saw Molly Hooper working on a dead body. "Ah! Molly, just the person I wanted to see. Now, you're coming with me." He directed her in the way of the door.
"Sherlock I have work to do and all the files need to be sorted and-" She was cut off.
"I'll have Mycroft sort it. Now come on." He gestured to the door as he continued to walk.
"Sorry about that, Mols, I don't have a clue what he's doing." John apologised, curious as to what Sherlock's plan was.
As they got to the road Sherlock put a hand out in front of the road to get a cab to stop. They got in and he sent his brother a quick message explaining why Molly would be leaving work so early and for him to discuss the matter with her boss. "Okay John, now where's this date? I thought I'd bring Molly to sit with me so I wouldn't look 'weird' as I spy on you." He admitted quickly.
Molly nodded, still confused but didn't question him.
To be truthful he had been so bored all week. No cases, no nothing. It was surprising the wall hasn't took another beating from John's gun. This would get him out of the flat, and spying on John's new girlfriend and picking out all of her flaws seemed like a good idea to distract his mind, if only for a short time.
He could also see how John acted around his female friends when they were in a proper restaurant, if that's where they were headed, and not just at a boring gathering such as a Christmas party Sherlock had been forced into going to. It would be fun. And he would have Molly for company during the evening, so he could manage to get some more access to bodies and such that could also contribute to curing his persistent boredom. Though this was to be seen as just a friendly evening, and nothing more.
John sighed and told the cabbie to stop just outside of a restaurant, an quite a nice one by the looks of it. As he stepped out of the taxi he was met with a very cold an tired looking Mary.
"Hello." He greeted her, kissing her hand.
"Hi. Uhm...Do we have company?" She asked, gesturing towards Sherlock.
"No they were coming to the same restaurant so we took one cab, it was easier. Just ignore them."
Sherlock stepped out of the taxi and smiled at Mary, stopping behind them. He needed the other pair to enter first and pick a table to sit by so he would know where to sit after them where he would be within earshot. Mary already seemed uncomfortable by him. This was going to be a fun evening, a fun evening indeed.
Molly followed the pair shortly after they had begun talking, having been the only one remembering to pay the driver. Shivering because she was still in her work clothes, she attempted to urge them all on.
"We're going to catch our deaths out here. Come on, lets go in?"
John and mary sat down at a table near the window, where John though there would be some form of romantic view through it.
"So how have you been, Mary?"
"I've been trying to call you, why didn't you answer?"
"Sorry, I've been...Held up in a situation." He explained carefully, shooting a death stare at Sherlock.
Sherlock simply shrugged at his friends, obviously false, accusations towards him. He was not the cause of him missing Mary's calls, surely?
The detective smiled at Molly and placed himself in a seat on a table not too far from John's.
Molly followed him with a sigh and took a menu, browsing the options available to her.
"You can eat if you like. I'm not hungry."
Molly looked at him, bewildered, " Surely you will eat something, Sherlock. You can't just starve."
"I'm not starving. I don't want anything to eat."
"When was the last time you ate a proper meal?"
Sherlock looked at John an tried to change his situation, "Listen to John." He tried to shush her to no avail.
"Sherlock."
The man turned back to her then and looked at Molly.
"I don't know. Four days ago?" Yes. He had eaten a, quite small but still filling, Roast dinner that John had made him eat after not eating a meal in more than two days.
"Sherlock, you are going to eat. Now pick something." She shoved a menu across to him.
Accepting defeat, which was incredibly rare to see in Sherlock, he picked the menu up and perused the titles of the dishes that he could afford.
Molly was very proud of herself for the rest of the night.
John and mary ordered their meal and were comfortably half way through eating it when they heard a noise come from outside. BANG.
"What was that?" Mary asked , a panicked look spread across her features.
A scream erupted from the streets just out of the doors.
Sherlock Holmes has just found a case.